[ It's all the permission he needs; with a trembling cry into Alhaitham's mouth, he comes again, cock painting his own stomach this time rather than the sheets; the amount is lesser than before but still visible, dots and strands of translucent white making a mess of his pale skin.
His muscles tense, involuntarily clenching down around the other, arms gripping him just that little more tightly, strong despite the softness of their kiss making this moment something gentle and sweet.
Only once his orgasm is through does he fall back from the kiss, languishing against the pillow as his arms drop from around him again, panting as he tries to catch his breath for the second time since waking up. ]
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His muscles tense, involuntarily clenching down around the other, arms gripping him just that little more tightly, strong despite the softness of their kiss making this moment something gentle and sweet.
Only once his orgasm is through does he fall back from the kiss, languishing against the pillow as his arms drop from around him again, panting as he tries to catch his breath for the second time since waking up. ]